"You fucking come close to me with that shit you call a dick, and I will fucking rip it off and proceed to shove it down your throat." The thick growl rumbled in the back of her throat once again. "Your ass didn't have to say a single damn word. My temper was lowering until you opened your jaws and let those shithead thoughts out." The female's voice didn't raise over an icy calm. "I don't expect the world to back the fuck off, but I expect them to use their fucking thick skulls to find some common sense buried deep inside their head. Something you obviously don't posses if you were stupid enough to open your jaws after the fact. Dearie, I have my own mind, I have my own thoughts and I have my own mouth. I don't have to stop, nor do I have to shut the hell up."
"If you were a female would you want little shits running around screaming your name constantly, screeching for your help, annoying the shit out of you? Fuck no." Saying no more on the topic, Dex moved away from the group, her fur still standing up on her back. The tortie lay down on the sand, claws digging into the ground then relaxing and so on.
ooc ; just ta let everyone know, Dex has never been like this, even if it seemed like it before. But.. She needs to be like this more often xD muse<3 also, this is so amusing.
